How to Live Happily Ever After (Paperback)
She was certain love wasn’t meant for her. He asked seventeen times to prove otherwise. Agnes Bottombrook has spent nine-and-twenty years quietly watching life pass by. She’s accepted her place—a spinster, unnoticed and unremarkable—content to keep her heart safe behind skepticism and sense. She’s learned to question everyone’s intentions… especially the charming ones.
Then Lord Wentford asked her to dance—and didn’t stop asking. Grant Wentford doesn’t hesitate. The moment he meets Agnes, he knows. She’s not a wager or a whim—she’s his future. And when she doubts, he proposes. Again and again. Seventeen times, each one gentler than the last. Until something softens inside her, and she wonders if maybe love isn’t foolish after all.
She guards her heart. He lays his bare. And somewhere between fear and certainty… they begin. Grant’s persistence doesn’t feel like pressure—it feels like hope. The slow bloom of something Agnes thought she’d never have. And once she sees where her path is meant to lead, she chooses it—not because she’s convinced it’s safe, but because she knows it’s right.
She didn’t believe in happily ever after. He just kept asking until she did.
💞 If you’ve ever doubted whether you were worth choosing—and longed for someone who would wait, believe, and gently ask again… this story is yours.
A tender prequel to Nessa and Grant’s love story, How to Wake a Sleeping Lady.
Paperback Edition: 6 x 9 inches Page count: 128 pages Print on Demand: Lulu Press ISBN: 978-3-98536-220-2 |
It was her!
Grant Barrett, Earl of Wentford, felt as though he had strayed into a dream as he stood and stared across the ballroom at the woman he would marry.
He had never met her.
He had never spoken to her.
He did not even know her name.
Yet, he knew that it was ℎ𝑒𝑟.
Her and no other.
Grant had felt it as though a bolt of lightning had struck him hard in the chest, knocking the air from his lungs and pulling his focus from the world around him to settle on her.
Her alone.
It was her!
His heart beat fast against his ribs as his gaze trailed over her lovely features. Her eyes shone in a rare golden hue, complementing the soft waves of her hair despite the few unruly curls that had escaped down her temples. With a wave of her hand, she brushed them away. There was kindness in her gaze, something soft and tender, sweet and almost innocent. Yet, Grant smiled when he saw the determined set of her jaw as well as the hint of steel that came to her eyes as a group of haughty, young debutantes pushed past her with no regard for their surroundings.
With a slight scoff, his siren turned away, rolling her eyes in a way that made Grant’s heart pause in his chest.